“Chrys,” he whispered back, breathing with every syllable, and brought his mouth to mine again. The way he murmured my name turned me on. It sounded so much like a prayer, arousing me further as my p***y dripped with my arousal.
I sat up slightly, reaching for his shirt and breaking away from him only long enough to yank it off him. Just like him, I was eager for a touch.
His skin underneath the shirt was luminous and smooth, almost hairless. His abdomen almost chiselled, harder than that of the Alphas in my pack.
His face and body put the other men to shame. I have never met —and I doubt I will ever meet — someone like him. He's the man every mother warns their children about.
“f**k me,” I whispered, running my hand up and down his chest, feeling the need to push him to the bed an
